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0who-cares0 · 2 years

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I'm Ok

Relationships : Fezco X Fem!Reader, Ashtray X Fem!Reader (Platonic), and Rue X Fem!Fem!Reader (platonic)

Description : Y/N gets dragged into Fez's drug deal and Fez feels really bad.

Warnings : Cussing, Guns, drugs, and just normal Euphoria stuff

I sat next to my best friend Rue while my boyfriend Fez was driving and his little brother, Ashtray was also in the front. Rue snorted a line of whatever pill she was on off a book, she nudged the book towards me. I shook my head no, and she did another line before singing 'hit 'em up' by 2pac, I looked at her while she sang “first off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim!” I looked at her and then heard Ash groaning something from the front seat. I zoned out for a minute, I zoned back in when I heard Ash say something to Fez “yo, can you tell her to shut the fuck up?” he said looking at Fez and so did I. “Yeah, Rue, you gotta chill out back there for real,” he said and looked into the mirror at me, “Me and Ash gotta handle some serious business, so,” he said looking back at the road ahead of him. Rue said something about how chill she was back here with me, She wrapped her arm around my neck, so I laid my head on her shoulder.

~SMALL TIME SKIP~

I had gotten dragged out Fez's car by some guy after watching that bitch Faye put heroin pretty much in her vagina. I got thrown into the wall across from Fez, he looked at me with soft eye's trying to calm me down. “You come to my motherfuckin' house, with a fuckin' 12-year-old, two junkie whores, a fuckin' slut, and motherfucker I don't know?” the bald man said looking at Custer “you out of your fuckin' mind!” he said and walked up to me “fuck!” he yelled in my face making me jump.

I zoned out when he went to go talk to the lady sitting in the living room, I tried to make this whole thing more barrable. “All right check this out, all y'all, lets get naked right fuckin' now, come on, man let's go!” he said, and we all looked at each other. Ashtray was the first person to start taking his jacket off, “except for you, keep your shit on, man,” Bruce said and made one of the random guys in the room take Ashtray to a closet in the back. Both me and Fez started to panic at this, one of the guys pushed me back to the wall with a guy to my head, another guy did the same thing to Fez.

Once we had all striped, and they knew we didn't have wires they finally left us alone. Fez went to talk to the lady in the living room to talk, I stood on the wall near Rue making sure she was ok when I heard Fez talking. “Says the guy who brings a kid to a drug deal,” the lady said, and I saw Fez look at her “that's not a kid, that's my business partner,” he said and looked at me, I turned my head and looked at Rue. “Says the guy who brings a high school girl to a drug deal,” she said calmly “that's my family,” he said rubbing his head “she an addict?” she asked, and he looked back up. “She fucks around, but nah,” he said and held eye contact with her. “Says the guy who brings a hooker to a drug deal,” she said talking about me “that's not a hooker, man, that's my wife,” he said and looked at me making me smile. “You trust her?” Laurie asked looking out to me “with my life,” he said making me smile even more.

When we were done we sat in the car heading to a party, Rue was going on some rant, but I was zoned out still kind of freaked out by what just happened. Fez yelled at Rue and I finally zoned back in, “how many female drug dealer do you know?” Rue asked, and I looked at Fez “good ones?” he asked still looking at the road “Yeah,” she said and looked out the window. “One,” he said, and I smiled remembering his grandma, I met her a couple of times before she got sick, I've known Fez forever, and he's always taken care of me when I needed it and I did the same thing for him and Ashtray. We pulled up to the party and Rue ran in to the house and Fez grabbed my waist when I got out “ma, I'm so sorry,” he said and pulled me into his chest “it's ok, I'm ok,” I said and looked at him kissing his cheek and then his lips. “No, ma, it's not, you should have never been there,” he said and kissed my head. “I'm ok, I promise, let's go have fun,” I smiled and pulled him into the house.

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imtryingmybeskar · 3 years

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Chapter Two of my Triple Frontier fic. Writing for these guys is providing a much needed distraction for me. 18+, a lot of swearing, TW discussions of addiction to both alcohol and drugs, 2.7k words

"Guys, this issss such a bad idea?"

"Pope, you love tequila. This is a great idea!"

"No Will, I fuckin' hate tequila. You bastards made me hate it. Fuckin' tequila..." Pope's voice drifted away as you entered the living room with Frankie behind you. There would have been plenty of seats for everyone except Pope was laying down on the couch, taking up three of them, his arm draped over his face as if trying to block out the warm light coming from the lamp standing in the corner.

"Pope, move your legs man, or I'll sit on 'em," Benny threatened. Pope growled wordlessly in response and didn't move.

"Ok, while you guys are sorting that out, I'm gonna go cut some lime and lemon and get some salt. Its shitty tequila, we're going to need it!" You exited back to the kitchen, a little woozily, leaving the guys to fight for their space and began to search for a sharp knife on the countertops and draining board.

"Need a hand?" Frankie was standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. Your eye couldn't help but be drawn to how tightly his t-shirt stretched across his shoulders and you hoped you didn't look as awkward as you felt.

"Uh yeah. Yes please. If you could find a knife and the salt, I'd be grateful. It feels kind of wrong to be rooting around in someone else's house when I don't know them very well." Frankie heaved himself off the door frame and joined you.

"Pope doesn't mind," he assured you. "I mean, right now Pope doesn't know what fucking day it is, but trust me, he wouldn't mind." You smiled at him as he handed you the knife and you began to cut the limes. "So how did you and Benny get back in contact after so long?"

"He didn't tell you?" Frankie shook his head. "Well, I don't know if this is my secret to tell so keep it to yourself, yeah?"

"You can trust me," he said in a low voice, with an accompanying wink.

"Dating app," you whispered back.

"No!" Frankie said, an exaggeratedly scandalised tone to his voice and look on his face. "Our Benny using dating apps?"

"For hookups only," you clarified. "One of his past...uhhhh...flames? Caught up with him when we were out drinking. He's a love 'em and leave 'em kinda guy, huh?"

Frankie snorted. "Sounds about right. So...you use dating apps?" You gave him a vaguely embarrassed look.

"Just one. And I've deleted it now. My friends kept telling me to get back out there after the divorce. Well I can tell you that "out there" is populated by fucking weirdos and sex pests."

"Yeah that's Benny!" Frankie joked, his eyes crinkling to nothing with his laughter, and a dimple flashing deeply on his cheek. He gestured vaguely back toward the living room. "Yeah, these guys kept trying to set me up with people after my divorce too. And while I appreciated the sentiment, I just wasn't in that headspace you know?"

"Well if you do ever decide to start dating again, don't go the app route," you said, grimacing. "Not unless you wanna bang someone that Benny's already banged. I'm pretty sure he's slept with every woman in the 25 to 35 age bracket in the city!"

"Except you." His voice was suddenly less teasing and more warm, with a hint of...something in his tone that you couldn't quite identify. You focused intently on the growing pile of lemon and lime wedges in front of you as you replied.

"I love Benny. But never in that way. He's not my type. I prefer someone a little less...cocky. Besides, we only ever really knew each other for that one year or so. We all tried to keep in contact for a while, but you know how it is."

"It's hard-" Frankie began, before Benny interrupted him from behind with a teasing tone.

"God, finally Fish. How long has it been since that happened?!" Frankie caught up the knife from where you had left it on the counter and pointed it threateningly at him.

"I swear cabron, I will fucking cut your balls off. Then we'll see about hard!" he growled. Benny put up a placating hand.

"You know I love you really, man," he said as he brought Frankie into a hug. "I was just coming to tell you that Pope is back with us and its definitely time for shots!" He reached for the bowl of fruit wedges and grinned knowingly at you as he took them. "Maybe we could all play truth or dare."

"Maybe we could pretend we're adults," you shot back.

"Oh these dares will be adult, I guarantee," Benny leered.

"I'm not jumping in the pool again, Ben. Fuck that."

"You're no fun," he pouted as he left the kitchen.

Pope had indeed revived a little and was now sitting up normally on his couch, his head in his hands and groaning a little. "Why the fuck do I still like you boys? All you do is hurt me," he whined.

"You love it really," said Will, passing him a full shot glass. "This first one should be to old friends." You toasted and drank, licking the salt from your hand first and easing the alcohol's path with the lime.

"Then this one should be to new friends," you exclaimed tipping your glass to Pope and Frankie and your face contorting as the flavours all caught up with you. "Oh fuck that's disgusting. Why did I do this to us?" Benny plonked himself down on the armrest of the cosy chair you were sitting in and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"Because you are a very good friend," he giggled, overly enunciating every word to avoid slurring them.

"That's sweet, Ben. I don't think Pope agrees." Pope chose this moment to groan loudly again. "And looking at the time, I should probably head home. More disgusting tequila for the rest of you!"

"No, no, stay," Pope said. "I'm not sending you away in some cab when we have perfectly good guest rooms." He raised his head to you, a twinkle in his eye. "Besides, you have to suffer with us now!"

"I can give you a ride tomorrow," Frankie offered quietly. "I'm dropping these reprobates off anyway. There's plenty of room." He held up a warning finger to Benny, who had opened his mouth to say something. "Benjamin, I swear to God I will make you walk if you say a single word right now." Benny grinned and wordlessly held out his glass for another shot.

"Well, if you're sure, that would be awesome! Thank you so much!"

The remainder of the night passed in a hazy mess. Benny overdid it and puked in the kitchen sink, causing Pope to retch too and Will to nearly die laughing at them. The promised game of truth or dare swiftly and predictably degenerated into vulgarity and was abandoned after Will ran a lap around the pool naked and Pope threatened to lock him outside there all night with nothing on. "The neighbours, man! The fucking neighbours!" he kept groaning.

You woke with a start on the couch, the faint strains of Queen quietly playing from someone's phone. Checking your own, you discovered that it was 2am. Pope had disappeared, presumably to bed, and Will and Benny were passed out on cushions on the floor in front of you. As you woke, you stretched your legs out and hit something at the other end of your makeshift bed. Sitting up with a start, you mumbled an apology to Frankie, who seemed to be in the best shape out of everyone.

"It's ok. Hey, do you need some water? Some painkillers?"

"Yeah. Yeah all of that sounds very sensible. But it's okay, I can-" He was up and moving before you could complete your sentence, making a "stay there" gesture with his hand. He was so sweet, taking care of you and you made sure to tell him when he returned. "Oh I've been in plenty of worse states than this, believe me. And the guys usually took care of me. Well, sometimes they drew on me too. But they mostly took care of me." You groaned a little as you sat up, thanked him, and drank the proffered water.

"They didn't draw on me, did they?"

"Nah, just took a video of you snoring." His eyes were twinkling and you couldn't tell if he was joking or not, nor could you bring yourself to care when your mouth felt as dry as it did. He settled himself back down at the opposite end of the couch, still with a beer in his hand and you turned to him, your back to the armrest of the sofa now.

"Why do they call you Catfish?" you asked curiously. Frankie chuckled, a little self consciously.

"Its a little embarrassing..."

"Hey, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to."

"Well it...it started as a joke. Two different jokes coming together. But now it means something a little more to me." You sat up properly, cross legged and attentive to what he was saying. "I don't know if you've noticed this," he said, rubbing a hand over the scruffy beard at his jaw. You absolutely had and had tried very hard not to imagine what it might feel like against your inner thighs.

"Uhh your beard. Yup," you answered shortly.

"Not quite a beard. Pope has a beard. I have this. Its the best it grows. You can imagine the teasing when the guys realised." You nodded, a pained look on your face. "Well, they thought it looked a little like the whiskers of a catfish so..." He trailed off. "Before that, they just called me Fish. Because I uh...I drank like one. It was funny back then. Getting wasted together whenever we could." He paused as if he were contemplating whether to carry on with his story, then shook his head and plowed on. "I was always the one to make an ass of myself, thinking I was way funnier than I was. Always waking up next to girls I had no recollection of meeting, or in a puddle of puke or just mortally hungover. And then suddenly it wasn't funny to me anymore. I didn't want to be that guy. And I got scared. That I wouldn't be able to stop even if I wanted to. So, I pulled it back. But by that time Catfish had stuck. I don't mind it, it reminds me of where I came from in regards to alcohol. Now I can drink a little or not at all or I can have nights like this where I know I've drunk a lot but its still okay."

"Holy shit," you murmured, and he looked at you sharply, as if he had half-forgotten that you were sat next to him. "That's amazing. That you were able to dig yourself out of that. Can't have been easy. Especially with some of the stuff you have to deal with in the military." Frankie's shoulders visibly relaxed, and he exhaled a long breath as he nodded.

"It wasn't easy. Neither was the coke addiction that followed it." He caught your eye and you wanted to hug him at the sight of the wry smile on his face. "I guess I just have that kind of personality," he added softly. "I got help. I went through Narcotics Anonymous and I know I've got people there to turn to if I need. Honestly, the thought of my daughter keeps me on the path these days. I don't wanna mess up and lose her from my life." Without realising you had done it, you had covered the back of his hand with yours and were stroking over the bullseye tattoo there with your thumb. You didn't quite know what to say, not wanting to sound patronising or offer meaningless platitudes that he had no doubt heard a hundred times before.

You settled on "Thank you for telling me," and winced at your own awkwardness. Frankie gave a small laugh.

"It's ok if you don't know what to say. Most people don't. But uh...that's my horrific past. Some of it anyway." A dark cloud momentarily passed over his eyes and brow, but was gone so quickly you wondered if you had imagined it. Withdrawing your hand from his, you picked up your water glass again. "So...how about you? Any nicknames?"

"Uhhh no, not that I can remember," you said airily, gulping down water swiftly afterwards.

"Fuckin' bullshit," slurred Benny from the floor.

"Go back to sleep, Benny," you said warningly.

In response, he lifted his head off the cushion and blew a very wet raspberry at you before attempting to focus his eyes on to Frankie. He inhaled deeply as if to make a big speech, slurred "Chesty LaRue," at him, then turned over and immediately started snoring softly.

Feeling your cheeks burning, you put your head in your hands. You could feel the vibration of Frankie's silent laughter against the back of the couch. "I would just like to point out that I do not know who started that nickname, but I have a very good idea!" The last three words were punctuated by you nudging Benny's back hard with your foot. He grumbled in his doze and slapped at you half heartedly. You risked a sideways look at Frankie. He was looking at you with the most mischievous look you had seen on his face all night. It was absolutely adorable and your face burned even more because of it.

"Ches-"

"Okay, I'm going to bed," you announced, getting off the couch.

"No wait, please," Frankie said, desperately trying to keep his giggles under control and catching your hand as you stood up. "I promise I won't mention it again....Or can I just call you LaRue or..." You slapped playfully at his arms, he caught your hands in his and suddenly you were overbalancing, using his shoulders to stop yourself falling on to him entirely. Your face was inches above his and your chest directly in his eyeline. To his credit, they flickered down only once momentarily and then back to your eyes. You could see the desire for you in him, a little enhanced by the alcohol but honest nonetheless, and it made your breathing a little deeper which in turn made your chest heave even more prominently in front of him.

"S'gone very quiet," slurred Benny. "'re you two fucking yet?" Frankie moved his face to the side, the better to look down at the floor.

"You're a fucking dick, Benny, you know that?" he said, aiming a kick at him. You let go of Frankie's shoulders at the same time as he let go of your arms.

"I'm going to bed," you re-iterated, gathering up your water and phone. You paused by the door and looked back at Frankie. "Unless...you...want to join me?" you asked, you tone far less smooth and far more hopeful than you had intended. Benny let out a wild whoop from the floor, never once opening his eyes and Frankie kicked at him again.

"Shut up, asshole," he whispered down to him before directing his attention back to you. "Erm...I don't think that's such a good-"

"No okay, that's cool," you interrupted, your voice now higher pitched with embarrassment than you would have liked. "Goodnight guys." You heard Frankie start to say something but ignored it as you rushed away. Fuck. That was so embarrassing. Fuck. Whyyyy had you done that?! Especially in front of Benny. You would never hear the end of it and you were pretty sure Frankie wouldn't either. Fucking tequila. What an asshole you were. You vaguely remembered the directions Pope had given you earlier to the guest room, gratefully let yourself in and closed the door behind you. Stripping down to your t shirt and underwear, you hastily got into bed, willing unconsciousness to claim you once again. But your fresh embarrassment, as well as your continuing burning desire to have Francisco Morales beside you in bed would not stop cycling through your mind and you berated yourself for an idiot for a long while before you finally fell asleep.

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